Lyra Hates Me Alt End

>I held the gun to my forehead, and began to pull the trigger.
>At least, until I heard the door open.
>"Anon, Trix-"
>I yelped, and dropped the gun.
>It hit the ground, firing off at the wall.
>"Gah!"
"Shit!"
>Trixie entered my room, cautiously approaching the magnum.
>"Anon, why do you have this?"
"I...I was posing?"
>Trixie shook her head, not buying it, but dropping the subject for now.
>"Trixie heard about you and Lyra. She just wanted to see if you were alright."
"I'm doing fine. Just pretending I'm in an action movie."
>Trixie looked at the gun again, before flinching.
>"Anon... You weren't..."
"Weren't what?"
>"Going to kill yourself?"
>She starts to shiver, and her eyes begin to water.
>Who is this mare and what did she do to Trixie?
"Don't be ridiculous, why would I-"
>"Celestia damn it, Anon, how could you?!"

"What are you talking about?"
>"Trixie can't believe that YOU of all people would even consider offing yourself!"
>Well, can't lie my way out of this one.
"Can you blame me?! My best friend hates me!"
>"So Trixie is nothing?"
"Frankly, you've just been an ass to me all this time!"
>"Don't change the subject!"
>But it's true...
"Whatever. What the hell is your point?"
>"That Trixie... No."
>Her voice takes on a softer tone.
>"I'm here for you."
>She says this without breaking eye contact once.
>I don't know how to respond to this, other than falling to my knees and crying again.

>As I cry even more, face buried in my hands, I felt a sudden warmth.
>"Let it out."
>Trixie used that same, soft tone again as she held me close.
"Why...what did I do wrong..."
>Trixie didn't answer my question as she continued to embrace me, as I sob.